Lyrics:
to get a record deal signed by interscope
So if you in my way
I'm putting the draco down your throat
Ooouuuu Slim be the baddest
Badddd slim be
[T.I.]
hey wut it is pimpin, Slim Thug n T.I.P. doing it B.I.G wit B.I.G (ye a ye yea..) yall understand wut im sayin (heyy..) PSC pimpin, yall
la Dear slim Part 2
la la la la la la la la yo
Dear slim i wrote you but you aint callen'
its been a couple years now since i wrote that song en
and get the sewing kit, bi-
Finish this stitch so you can reap what you sow, nitwit
Thought some time had passed and I'd forget it, forget it
You left
last ride
You see right through
Oh, you had me pegged the first time
You can't see the truth
But it's easier to justify
What's bad is good
And I
and Slim thick thighs
Yeah she so Super fly
That thing on supersize
The way she walk on by
Pretty face and Slim thick thighs
Buss it up
Buss it up
Buss it
can't compete
(100) all by myself, I'm 100 deep
I was on the first 50
Now the powers at a dollar
Politician pushing tracks in it, mayor
I president in it
but Slim Shady is for the children!" (Hey, wait!)
I look at my life in a new light, fuck it
Give me two mics, I write songs for me, fuck what you like
but Slim Shady is for the children!" (Hey, wait!)
I look at my life in a new light, fuck it
Give me two mics, I write songs for me, fuck what you like
la Dear slim Part 2
la la la la la la la la yo
Dear slim i wrote you but you aint callen'
its been a couple years now since i wrote that song en
la Dear slim Part 2
la la la la la la la la yo
Dear slim i wrote you but you aint callen'
its been a couple years now since i wrote that song en
(go)
Got the jet by the water like Sully
They can't stand it, I move like a bandit
Getting ate like a sandwich, my sweater is hand-stitched
In
fisting
Reminds me of a dream i had at fifteen
Last time i had seen 'em it was at the club
It was me two girls and the scrappy love
Back then wanted
habits so hard to do
I use to drive a Chevy Monte Carlo bricks 'n' blow all in it
I was taught to sell dis shit you putcho nose all in it
Let my bitch
Homie, you ain't hitting on nothin'
Drop that top when I hit that butt
Pimp so hard it's a full time job
Swear, 12 stacks in my glove box
Bitch niggas,
what time it is
Yeah, I'm aiming for the stars
Gotta go hard, I gotta make it to the end
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm back again
Everybody know what time it is
I walk on water but I ain't no Jesus
I walk on water but only when it freezes
Why are expectations so high? Is
It the bar I set?
My arms, I stretch,
destination
It's hard to know when we're going when there's no expiration
So until that day, just keep that Kells inside your playlist and
Bring those
But I'm moving smarter don't wanna end up on the news
Been a winner so it's hard for me to loose
I want you by me come and stick to me like glue
Don't
bad
It's not so bad
Dear Slim, I wrote you but still ain't callin'
I left my cell, my pager, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent two letters back in
disrespected artist (come)
So I had to write a song about this, 'cause they always take my words and twist it (song)
Believe me it's hard to admit all this
at the chips, I blink, they dip
(Don't let go)
Its hard to hang on
I try I try
Life life
(Don't Let Go)
Yea
(Don't Let Go)
Now the ends are all sealed
Had to whip it like the batter
So the pans are all filled
Do ya thang
Do ya thang, thang, thang
I ain’t trippin on it slim
he's like my competition, I mean, right?
Nope, Paul Wall is dope and so is Bubba, so
B-b-b-but I don't compete with nobody
I just go hard, do
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